The king he was on coven throne In many pillared houses stone With golden roof and silver floor And runes of power upon the door The light of sun and star and moon In shining lamps of crystal hue Undimmed by cloud or shade of night They shone forever fair and white The world is grey, the mountains old The forge is fire, is ash and gold No harp is run, nor hammer falls The darkness dwells in Durin's halls The shadow lies upon his tomb In Nuria, in Khazad-dûm But still the sun and stars appear In dark and windless Miramir There lies his crown in water deep Till dawn wakes again from sleep